young love
eyelids half open, half closed
there’s a warmth that lingers,
a warmth that grows.
iridescent, so sweet, it glows.
sweet air of yours, hear my heart;
it beats, it slows.
fill my lungs, recalcitrant, incapable,
aren’t you worried?
tell me,
can i please be yours?
you have looked at but never seen
all these inner parts of me:
depths of my soul, ache of my throat,
the words i carve,
please.
let me speak.
please.
please love me like our scars,
love me like birdsong.
let your laugh be my melody,
the air, relief that fills my lungs;
the sight of colour im so incapable of.
only sixteen,
us, too old, too young,
you, too brash, too dumb.
me, too scared, too slow.
for the undying love,
i promised you so.
i never told you how i felt.
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relapse, wrung out, dry.
retreat, let us. repeat.
the lies, you’ll uncover with time.
but this life is nothing,
this vessel empty and mundane.
tell me,
can you please be mine?
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